Leave me alone I don’t want your pity
But seriously who the hell am I kidding?
Ahhh man how did life end up this way?
I never thought I’d have to work to please my mom
Still amazes me how when she’s yelling I stay calm.
When deep inside I want to lash out and yell at her
Because I can't take being her punching bag.
And I never knew the mirror could be so cold.
Can't walk by one without wanting it to shatter.
Its always one little thing that denies perfection
Like a tiny scar that consumes my reflection.
It’s not the scar that bothers me though
Its how I let appearances get to me so.
I want to punch that mirror into a million little pieces
And watch the blood dribble down my hand.
Maybe then I'll have some satisfaction
That I destroyed what has destroyed me.
